Sunday, April 04, 2010

The Score

There is music hidden within the night
Chords struck
As the moon whistles its light along the tree tops
The swaying of branches
Echoing beats
That are buried deep inside the wood
Ripples across the pond
Sing vibrato
Crashing into cat tails
That stand tall
Playing their strings to a crowded house
I feel the anxious fluttering
In the piccolos flapping their wings;
Hear the thundering bass
In the longing of their hearts
I see the music played to a score
Written across the stars
For all to follow along
And I lay back
In the grass content just to be
A note in the night.


Pat Tillett said...

My friend, that is beautiful...

Pat Tillett said...

oh yeah...forgot to tell ya.
come by my place. there's bling to be had.

Alice in Wonderland said...

I've been reading back through some of your older work, and I like very much what I read!
I'm now following!

TS Hendrik said...

Thank you very much.

Kitty Moore said...

I love the rhythm of your poetry.

Kimberly said...

quite beautiful!

Briane P said...

Excellent poem.

Paul C said...

'Crashing into cattails....' wonderful poem about nature's night music.

TS Hendrik said...

thanks everyone, I appreciate it.

Terresa said...

I love the last 3 lines...content to be a note in the night.

Poetic, haunting, lovely.

Alexis said...

I'm so glad I came across your blog. I'm following, your poetry is awesome!

TS Hendrik said...

Thank you very much.

Cotton Blossom said...

Lovely. This was posted on my birthday, I feel I was given a gift.

PS) Little weird, but my husband is downstairs on the phone... STRANGE RIGHT??? No wait, I haven't said the weird part yet...he's talking about cattails.

Odd indeed.

Don't be scared.

TS Hendrik said...

Spooky... lol

Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for commenting!